[ Whoops, sorry about your drawing. Qubit can't help feeling a pang of guilt there - he knows Carlisle's a jumpy sort, but now he's wondering how far that was true before they met. He nods somberly. ]

Well enough.

[ He rubs the back of his neck, taking a moment to choose his words. There's an important detail that didn't escape his notice, and that's that Carlisle had already spiked the tea before Qubit attacked him. He was planning to knock him out from the start. And Qubit certainly isn't pleased about that. He feels like he might have agreed to it if Carlisle had just offered, but instead Carlisle took the choice out of his hands.

But then again, it was in self-defense. ]

... I don't blame you for doing it. Honestly, I'm not sure what else would have stopped me, at that point. But ... I'm sorry you had to. I'm sorry you knew to. I -

[ He takes a deep breath, as if trying to vent some of the pressure building in his chest. Then, steeling himself, he looks into Carlisle's eyes. ]

Carlisle, please - tell me honestly. Had I done that before?